As covetous Death circles,
Knowing he has no dominion,
The wraith smiles back smugly
Wearing his bramble crown,
Sitting on a throne of dusted bones.
Thought you could defeat me?
Time to bow down to your tormentor,
King of broken dreams
In this realm of washed-up glory,
Where is your victory now?
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Soulscapes
PoetrySometimes sanity can be found in the ramblings of a mad man... Other times you will find only madness here.
